My verdict:
A tad trickier than first anticipated.
Not as smooth as I would like.
Not as refreshing as anticipated.

End result:
Different!

Also coupled with this experience:
Zac's first shaving injury.

Anyway. First shave. Just now. I needed it badly. I pressed a little too hard when going down one side of my chin, though, and gave myself three little cuts. I continued until the blood pool was too big. Then I patched myself up and washed my face, realising that I still had some more to go. So I was back into the shaving-related fray. Running my hand over my face, it's not as smooth as I would like, so I'll do it again tomorrow.

The first time, my mother managed to make me shave, I was 18. She had noticed for most of the previous year that I was getting a small amount of hair on my face, and had screamed at me about it on several occasions. It took nearly two weeks for my face to feel comfortably stubbled.

Damn Norwegian hairless genes!

But, if I recall, my first shaving injury wasn't until my fourth or so shave the next year.
Oh, and I too wish I didn't remember being fifteen..